Ming Gui watched the Kang Long Jian in Yu Daohen's hand enveloped by raging flames, feeling a sense of resistance.
Yu Daohen gripped the Kang Long Jian, preparing to attack.
Just as Ming Gui hesitated whether to advance, a gentle breeze blew, and a figure appeared before Ming Gui.
Upon seeing the newcomer, all the ghosts knelt on one knee and shouted in unison: "Lord Rui Gui Wang!"
The figure hummed in acknowledgment and looked at Yu Daohen: "To be able to suppress Ming Gui at this age, one wonders how far he will grow in the future."
Yu Daohen sized up King Rui, his expression turning extremely grim.
Ghostly energy condensed into a physical form, with two horns formed from ghostly energy on his forehead. This was a genuine Ghost King.
When each ghost cultivated to the Ghost King realm, their bodies would undergo mutations, with the growth of horns on the forehead being one of them.
Yu Daohen swung the Kang Long Jian and struck heavily. The flames engulfing the Kang Long Jian transformed into a sword energy that slashed towards the Ghost King.
Immediately after, Yu Daohen's left eye condensed, and black liquid filled his entire eye socket. Yu Daohen waved his hand, and dozens of drops of Samsara Blood Tears transformed into a short sword: "I have fought great demons from three thousand years ago, let alone a mere Ghost King like you."
The Ghost King carefully examined the short sword of Samsara Blood Tears condensed by Yu Daohen, his brow furrowing slightly: "Could this be the legendary Samsara Blood Tears of the Nine Generations Samsara Eye?"
Yu Daohen controlled the short sword of Samsara Blood Tears and lunged towards the Ghost King.
The Ghost King condensed black energy in his palm and hurriedly blocked the attacking short sword of Samsara Blood Tears.
Samsara Blood Tears, capable of piercing all things in the world, were no trifling matter.
The moment the ghostly energy and the short sword of Samsara Blood Tears collided, an energy wave surged outwards, forcing the Ghost King to retreat several steps.
Yu Daohen was somewhat surprised. Although he knew Ghost Kings were powerful, he hadn't expected them to be this strong, to withstand the Samsara Blood Tears short sword head-on without any issue.
"As expected of Samsara Blood Tears, truly overwhelmingly powerful," the Ghost King sighed.
"However..." Before the Ghost King could finish speaking, his entire body had already appeared before Yu Daohen.
"What!"
Yu Daohen instinctively exclaimed and raised the Kang Long Jian in his hand to block in front of his chest.
The Ghost King's claws raked across the Kang Long Jian. Yu Daohen felt his entire arm jolt, a sharp pain shooting up his arm, as if his arm had taken a direct hit from a speeding motorcycle.
Yu Daohen was sent flying back several meters, his hand gripping the Kang Long Jian trembling slightly.
"As expected of a Ghost King, his strength is truly astonishing," Yu Daohen breathed out softly, unable to help but sigh.
He glanced down at his subtly aching arm. Just one blow had made his entire arm hurt; this fellow was strong.
"Hey, did you follow me?" Yu Daohen whispered.
After a few seconds of no response, Yu Daohen gave a wry smile. It seemed this fellow hadn't followed him after all.
The Ghost King assumed a stance, preparing to attack again. Yu Daohen struck first, forming a hand seal, inhaling deeply, and spewing forth a torrent of flames.
As the flames erupted, Yu Daohen suddenly turned and fled.
Of the thirty-six stratagems, fleeing was the best.
Yu Daohen exerted all his might, running towards the outskirts of the old street. Although it was somewhat embarrassing, his life was more important.
"Saving one's life is not shameful."
"Trying to escape?" The Ghost King let out a cold snort and prepared to pursue.
"Rui Gui Wang, they can't hold on over there. This new Qian Huang is too powerful, the other Ghost Kings are struggling." A voice suddenly came from behind.
The Ghost King's expression changed. Their ability to evade the pursuit of the Spiritual Affairs Bureau depended entirely on this ghost street.
"You go chase that brat, I'll go help at the ghost street." As soon as the Ghost King finished speaking, a portal appeared before him, and he stepped through it.
Within the ghost street, under a black and red sky, a man in a grey jacket stood in the center of the street.
Opposite him were countless evil spirits, with five Ghost Kings standing at the forefront, their auras unstable as if they had sustained serious injuries.
"King Lu, this newcomer Qian Huang is incredibly powerful," one of the Ghost Kings sighed.
"I don't think he can last much longer. The five of us will take him down together," King Lu Gui said, clutching his wound and snorting.
The leading King Li Gui shook his head: "Let's not act rashly. All five of us are injured to varying degrees, while that fellow is completely unharmed."
Suddenly, the five Ghost Kings heard a commotion and looked behind them. They saw King Rui Gui emerge from the portal.
"King Rui Gui, you've arrived just in time! The six of us will take him down and eliminate him." King Ya Gui, seeing King Rui Gui arrive, felt his confidence bolstered.
"What's the situation here, sirs?" King Rui Gui asked, looking at the surrounding evil spirits with heavy casualties and the five Ghost Kings who were all somewhat injured.
King Li Gui gave a wry smile: "As you can see, this fellow is too strong. Even the five of us attacking together couldn't harm him in the slightest."
King Rui Gui was slightly taken aback upon hearing this. The concept of five Ghost Kings attacking together was immense; just how strong was this fellow?
"I'd like to see just how strong he is." As soon as King Rui Gui finished speaking, his entire body shot forward, his claws directly attacking the man.
The man's pale face broke into a slight smile, and he threw a punch at King Rui Gui.
Seeing the man intend to confront him head-on, King Rui Gui let out a disdainful cold laugh.
As everyone knows, ghosts possess greater strength than humans. Competing in strength with a ghost is asking for trouble.